memories of what became

the earth gives way
to the waste; in crumbs
the depth of the space
pregnant with lucidity

and open to welcome
the better parts
of feeling
into this occupied emptiness

taking honesty, frailty
but breadth from it all
and i lay.
with thoughts for full than
the earth intended

- js. june 16th, 2011
(on tumblr)

aching wires

torn from a memory
of what used to be
but only how between you and me
torn out
beyond repair
repitition makes blunt or blase
what i've once tried to say
lost. she had you. she wrecked you.

and once left alone. the shadows
cast the dark our souls feel
side by side and more alone
than once before
talk like wire lines between the lines
words said. but not the ones meant.

to grab ahold. is all i want
your hope in my hand
and heart in my mind.
or hand still.

- (work in progress) js june 13th, 2011

the movement of it all

"both motionless and twisting
unrequited acceptance through clenched teeth
both moving and stone
aggressive thoughts of forced instinct
misconceived quiet - though thoughts screaming to the next person there
broaching truth, bearing nude, belittling most beyond the face
shifting eyes, glancing, focusing on recognition and
backwards building of relationships
to know to build to meet - in what place do eyes trust
the blared truth
so subjectively exposed.... displayed... framed

mostly formed to impress.
who information of ourselves create to reduce to
thoughts. truth again touched on to create our motions
abort the realistic truth for a reality much more forgiving

the brush that paints us all the same"

- js 2009

what will we find in this miniscule feeling

"rain falls like the sky
reminding those underneath it
we all belong on the ground
painted walls work like prison cells
confines of a self imposed & self inflicted
world beyond us.
wide eyed. moving slowly
so as not to disturb the moments given to us"

- js 2009

deception in a moment

"an honest face | destroyed by a scowl | of distrust
though shrouded in passivity | aggression alternative
eyes seamlessly shift with dishonesty
despite the crowd of every
a choice to tunnel | give into disparity

why choose happiness when the anger provides the excuse

but it's the eyes that blind us
the same eyes that fake the deceit

loneliness. although beautiful.

in essence."

- js 2008

what exhaustion to stare

"throbbing sound of it
envelops her face through
eyes muggy with
patience broken like
wings having throughts
break the boundry......."

- not completed; js 2009

what has come of this

"concrete passing
rolls past as though track to track
shaking glass... plexi? nontheless
shaking. head planted.
mirror their movements.
head tilt. slouch.
the late night drawl from
moon to moon

movements inebriated by heat
depth darkness. the alternative
was loneliness.

why ride the midnight rails alone?
2 hours. conversations. absolutions.
more than words. body language.

unlike mercury gave way to.
false plush. false touch.
changing moods of dishonesty.
what's your view of night?
loneliness will ask you when it comes to call"

- js 2010